“Sir,” Sysko's tactical officer said. “We detect the cyborgs are preparing for missile launch.”

“Fighter jets prepare to launch. Freda, we will get droids as close as possible to the cyborg armada. From there, they can propel themselves to the ships and do what they need to do. Are you prepared, droid troop?” Sysko asked the thirteen droids that stood at his feet.

“We are,” they said in unison.

Freda took her droids down to the launch bay and prepared them to board the next volley of ships. She had a remote link to each of them so they could keep in contact and inform each other of their progress.

“Do you copy?” Freda asked, testing the link.

“That’s an affirmative,” Violet said, followed by the rest of the droids.

“I want you to be careful out there.”

“We’ve got this Mommy,” Violet said.

“Good luck to you,” she said, with a tear running down her face.

Sysko gave the order for the next volley of jets to leave the launch bay and they zoomed out into space. Freda’s heart seized in her chest as she watched her little droids disappear from view. She was so worried that something would happen to Violet and her siblings. Freda returned to the bridge and watched the battle unfold out the front window of the ship.

“Missile launch is imminent,” the tactical officer said.

“Attack with everything you've got,” Sysko said.

All three volleys of jets attacked the oncoming cyborg ships as a missile launch hatch opened in the cyborg mothership.

“We've got to prevent that launch,” Sysko said.

“I'm on it, Daddy,” Violet said through Freda’s intercom.

“When jets are within range of the cyborg armada, launch your special package,” Sysko said to the pilots.

“Coming into proximity now, Sir,” one of the fighters said.

“Here I go,” said Violet.

Freda gritted her teeth as she heard Violet launch into space and begin to fly toward the new cyborg mothership.

“I'm attached to the ship now,” Violet said at a whisper.

“Commence infection,” Freda said.

“I'm linking in,” Violet said.

“Launching package,” came a second and then third and the rest of the androids were launched toward the cyborg armada.

“Oh,” Violet said.

“What is it?” Freda said nervously.

“I feel funny,” Violet said.

“Stay strong, Violet,” Freda said.

“I'm okay,” she said, but Freda could sense there was something wrong.

“What is the matter?” Freda asked. “Report now.

“I'm reading the system. I can't get a read on their viruses.”

“Do you have an impression of what will work to bring down the system?” she asked.

“Almost,” Violet said. “Processing now.”

As Violet processed the information, the jets continued to battle in space between the armadas. The other twelve androids landed on the large ships in the cyborg fleet.

“We are sharing our data,” Violet said.

“Thirteen minds are better than one,” said Danny.

“We're working as fast as we can, Mom,” said Violet.

Freda’s heart pounded in her chest as the minutes ticked past. The missile hatch opened in the cyborg mothership to its full size and a volley of Draxos jets fired at the weapon. But it was to no avail.

“Installing the virus,” Violet said.

“Installing the virus,” the others repeated.

“Go,” Freda said. The missile began to power up inside the cyborg ship.

“Uplink,” Violet said. The others repeated the same after her.

“Now get back here!” Freda shouted to her robot children.

“Launch rescue jet now,” Sysko commanded.

The rescue jet for the androids hurried through space under a deep cloak until it was close enough for the androids to hop on. The droids flew over to the jet and climbed inside.

Just as the jet was retreating, the missile began to launch from the hatch. Just before it launched, the mothership began to throb strangely. In one giant cataclysm, it blew apart from within. All the cyborg ships followed suit, one after the other, exploding as if detonated from inside.

“Woo hoo!” Freda heard Violet exclaim.

“You did it!” Freda yelled. “You beautiful little android children.”

The jets returned to the Draxos armada and landed in the docking bay. Freda and Sysko hurried down to meet the androids as they disembarked their ship. The little creatures scuttled up to their mother and father and jumped up and down, telescoping their necks and cheering. Freda knelt and gathered Violet in her arms.

“You did it, Violet, you did it.”

“We did it together, Mommy. All of us did it, as a team.”

A cheer sounded from the bridge through Sysko’s wrist com as the rest of the fighter jets in the cyborg armada exploded. The Draxos jets returned and the fighters cheered with the droids on the docking bay. There was a roar of celebration from the whole crew.

“That was every ship we detected previously, Sir,” said the tactical officer.

They had destroyed the entire cyborg armada in one fell swoop, and not a single ship was left anywhere in the solar system.

“This was a great accomplishment,” Sysko said, kneeling beside Violet after they returned to the bridge. “I never would have believed that an android could take down the cyborgs. You have been nothing but a surprise since I first met you, Violet. And I am proud to call you daughter.”

Violet snuggled into Sysko's arms and the little family celebrated with cans of oil all around for the androids, and a hard kiss on the mouth for their mother and father. It was the greatest moment of Freda's life. Having invented something that saved not only the Earth but countless other civilizations as well.

“My mate truly is a phenomenal woman, isn't she?” Sysko said, looking down into her eyes as he held her close.

“She certainly is, Sir,” said the officers on the bridge.

“And I never would have learned how to create Violet and the others without you. We all did it, together.”

“Together!” Violet said.

“Together!” yelled her brothers and sisters.